Tortured - Jaele

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                                   • J A C E •

The sun was rising when I finished my work calls, I can't remember the last time I closed my eyes to rest. Riele however was sleeping soundly under the comforter at the center of the bed while curled up within herself. My eyes wandered over to her petite frame, resting my hands on top of my hips as I leaned against the window. The t-shirt hid her tiny body from me. Her arms were folded in, chin tilted back, inky black curls were spread out like dark ribbons.

Vulnerable before me, fresh prey to be played with. Something primal stirred in the pit of my stomach. Hunger for her submission blazed inside as I swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Although I had been tempted to release my pent-up frustrations on her the previous night, I bit back my growing and insatiable appetite. My self-control had improved significantly since the last one. That I hadn't devoured her soul within the few short hours of stealing her away. A prize like this was to be admired first before eaten.

I wanted to test the weight of her breasts in my palms, to hold her down and bury myself in the warmth and flexibility of her body as deep as I could get. I needed to be thrilled by her moaning, light and frantic or long and throaty. As I ripped away at pieces of her pride and that stubborn fucking dignity. It must be a beautiful sound from such an ethereal creature. Blood began to rush and strain against the fabric of my boxers. I turned my back to her and washed a hand over my tired eyes.

The cravings had fully set in. I have to go. While the rest of the world was still sound asleep, my work was waiting at the office. Leaving now would save me the headache of her being awake.

Even with her eyes closed she emitted a pheromone of arousal. Thick and heavy under my nose. The smell of her skin caused a low sound of surrender in my throat. I kept it there, swallowed before it could escape and twisted back towards her ever so slightly. I was next to the bed within seconds and pushed the comforter down the girl's legs, peeling back the layers she buried herself under. She was breathing steadily. The aching below my abdomen throbbed and sent shocks of electricity surging up to my ribs. I hooked my fingers on my boxers and pulled them down, grabbing myself in a tender loving grip, as I imagined it was she that took hold of me.

I teased myself first, keeping my eyes leveled on that triangle patch of lacy lilac wedged between her thighs. The brown curves of her hips seemed inviting. A perfect amount of thickness and smooth that excited and terrified me.

I examined the length of her body, inching the sheet down each part of it separately. The more skin revealed the more violent I imagined myself inside of her. Thrusting, and plunging into that beautiful wet center. Yanking those curls back, winding her sweet-smelling hair around my fingertips- Riele shifted, and I was going at an unholy speed, still grunting as quietly as I could. The bottom half of my shirt was now between my teeth. Heat tucked itself around my entire body until I was being controlled by it.

I whipped the back of her shirt up exposing the creased arch in her back. My thoughts raced with visions of her on top, my hands on her hips, helping her to move up and down. I was guiding her delicately along my shaft in rhythm only we could hear. She had opened up for me, gripped me in a warm welcome with her insides and wouldn't let go. This didn't feel barbaric and shameful. It felt natural, it chased me to an edge I had never known before. Before there was her. Before I knew that she existed.

Twisted veins ran up to my tip. I saw flashes of her bare body in my mind as clearly and vividly as if she had undressed herself right in front of me. I saw her lips part around my dick, her pink tongue lapping at sensitive skin that burned and stretched into the hot wet cave of her mouth. Inhaling sharply, I let my hands drop to my sides and stopped bucking my hips but that didn't help anything. It was a messy release just inches behind her into a towel. So close she would have surely been woken up to my warmth if I'd let it drip onto her back. After stroking my thumb across her lips, I couldn't help but watch in silence as she slept.